St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1887-06-04
THE OTHER SIDE.
Curtis Tells His Side of the Big
Buffalo Story.


Special to the Globe.
WASHINGTON, June 3.-"That was a
very funny story you wrote up about
my experience hunting buffalo," says
w. E. Curtis, of the Chicago News. sit
was very funny, indeed, to think that
you would let Lounsberry stuff you that
way. That was his side of the story.
He told you that killed the baby buff
falo, with the assistance of regiment
of cowboys, after they had cOrraIed the
little darling in ring made of several
thousand horses. 1 believe that he told
you that they tied the baby and held its
horns while shot it, SO that | could go
home and say that l had killed buff
falo."
"Yes. That was something like the
way the story was told. Wasn't it true?"
''Oh yes. Of course, whatever LOuns-
berry tells is true. He has been OH the
frontier nearly all his life, and that is
where people get their best schooling in
truth telling. If Ananias and Sapphire
had lived in Bismarck, they never would
have had the miracle act played on
them; for they wouldn't have provoked
it. Of course Lounsberry told the truth
about the buffalo hunt, and it was very
funny: but my side of the story is fully
as thrilling.
Let her go GalIagher-beg pardon,
Mr.. Curtis, let her CO."
1--WE had breakfast one morning about
4 o'clock, and started out on our regular
hunt. 1t was quite a successful day,
and we stopped before noon, for lunch.
Just as we were seated, and getting
ready for gustatory exhibition, there
appeared on the top of hill near by a
great big buffalo bull. He stood there
paving the dirt, believing like Bashan
bully, and shaking his head at our little
camp. Turning to LOunSberry, said:
Colonel, can't you see your friend
wants to have little bout with you?
He's challenging our biggest man.
''I'll take the conceit out of him.
said Lounsberry, and he moved on I'D
the hill without hat or coat, simply
carrying his gun. When he got within
easy range of the fellow the colonel
knelt down, took deliberate aim and
fired. The old fellow was to the wind
ward of us, and we heard the thud of
the bullet when it struck him, and could
see the puff of dust that arose from his
dirty coat where the shot took effect.
Lounsberry stood up, faced towards us,
and waved his hand like an actor in
circus after he has successfully finished
llio OdiCDiCh tCU. w llllC llc was DOWlDR
to lis and feeling awfully good, the bull
started down hill after him at full
gallop. We all got up and shouted to
Lounsberry to take care of himself, but
he misunderstood us and kept cheering
back at us, supposing that we were
hilarious at his great shot. He couldn't
understand his danger and none of us
could shoot without hitting him."
$50 ahead, Mr.. Curtis, the buffalo
killed him, suppose, and scattered
his fragile form all over the prairie,
did it?''
"No, he got out of that, as he does of
all scrapes he gets into. Just as the
buffalo got within fifteen feet of him,
Lounsberry heard him snort. looked
back, dropped his gun and came run
ming down hill. Did you ever see a
really, truly fat man run? You should
have seen Lounsberry then. He looked
handsome enough. no doubt, as he was
sitting in the parlOr telling you about
my experience with the calf; but he
didn't look pretty one bit as he pranced